It's still beats

For the first time,
in ages, I felt
the caress of flowers upon my cheek
in crisp air, I melt.
I blew a kiss to the clouds on my way
because finally I saw
the blue sky beyond
 it’s been such a long dull war.

A door has been locked for so long
I wear the key around my neck
I had a peek inside
must admit what I saw, looked like a wreck;
nothing we can’t fix
what is broken, what has been torn apart
on a pillow in the dark
my fragile, yet beating heart.

Writings on the wall
“when you wake, you’ll be okay”
I guess I must have woken up now
it’s a brand new day.
I took my heart
and I popped it back inside
no need to tell them now
no funeral to attend
I never truly died.

Floating

So, the wind is crisp tonight
she dropped her coat on the doorstep
she ran towards to light
while reaching for the white scars she kept.
She said, “wind, calm the fuck down”
dancing in streetlights
“I can’t see a fucking thing when you push me to the ground”
she stumbled upon the best place to hide.

Drunk again
quotes written on bathroom doors
the rum would be her friend
rum will sleep with her on dirty kitchen floors.
Awake late at night, crumbling
heartache and painkillers; gloomy days
she’s so reckless, she tumbling
dying inside in so many ways.

Can’t bear to pick up her broken ego
so many roads to follow
so much resistance from winds that blow
 beside herself,  frozen in time, hollow.

I consider this; truth

Imagine
swallowing the sea
while swimming for dear life
in a swimsuit designed for sinking.
Head
lifted to face the sky
tasting rainbows
while choking on hidden treasures.

Life
is meant for greater things
like emptying a gun
into the face of a traitor.
Lies
you’re deceived
we live
to love.

Bite
marks formed upon skin
it hurts at first
scars are forever.
Blow
out the lights
start over
you’ve lost it.